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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.