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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.