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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
UT,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.