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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.