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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.