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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.