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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.