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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.