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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.