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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.