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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.