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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.