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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.