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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.