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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.