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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.