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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.