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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.