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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.