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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.