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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.