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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.