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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.