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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.