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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.