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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.