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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.