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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.