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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.