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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
CMW,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Associates,
X-101,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.