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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.