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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.