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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.