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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.