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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.