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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.