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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.