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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.