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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.