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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.