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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.