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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.