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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.