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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Trojans 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.