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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.