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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.