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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.