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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.