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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.