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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.