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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Wings,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.