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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.