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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.