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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.