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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.