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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.