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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.