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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.