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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.