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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
X-102,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.