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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.