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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.