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 Colombia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.