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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.