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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Flipper 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.