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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dawn Penn 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.