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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.