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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
UT,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.