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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.