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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Animal Collective 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.