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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.