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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.