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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.