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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
DNA,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.