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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.