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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.