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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.