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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.