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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.