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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.