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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.