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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.