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 Costa Rica 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.