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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.