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 Dominica 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.