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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.