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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.
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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.