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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.