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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.