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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.