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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.