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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.