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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Whodini,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Flipper,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.