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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.