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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.