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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Scion,
Deakin,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.