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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.