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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.