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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.