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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.