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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.