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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.