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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.