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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.