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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.