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 New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.