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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.