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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.