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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.