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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.