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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.