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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.