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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.