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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.