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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.