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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.