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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.