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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.