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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Quantec,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.