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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Index,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.