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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.