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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.