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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.