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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Franke,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.