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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.