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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Magma,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.