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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.