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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.