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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
UT,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Make Up,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.