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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.