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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.