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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.