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 India and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.