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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
DNA,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.