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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.