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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.