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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.