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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.