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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.