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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras 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 grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.