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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.