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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.