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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.