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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Skriet,
MDC,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Monks,
X-101,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.