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 France and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.