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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.