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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.