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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.