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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.