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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Move,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.