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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.