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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.