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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.