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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.