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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.