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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.