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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.