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 Tunisia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.