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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.