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 Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Visage,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.