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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.