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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.