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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.