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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.