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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.