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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.