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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Jandek,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.