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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.