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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.