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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.