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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.