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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.