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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Yaz,
MDC,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.