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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.