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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Monolake,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.