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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.