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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.