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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Index,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.