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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.