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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
the Swans,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.