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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.