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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.