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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.