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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.