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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
DNA,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.