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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.