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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.