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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Organ,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.