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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.