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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.