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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.