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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.