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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.