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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.