Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.