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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Human League,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.