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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.