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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.