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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.