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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.