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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.