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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.