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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.