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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.