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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.