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 Dominican Republic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.