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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Index,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.