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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
JFA,
Ossler,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.