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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.