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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.