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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.