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 Ecuador 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar 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 Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.