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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.