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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Motions,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.