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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.