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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quantec 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.