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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Nas,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.