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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
PIL,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.