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 Australia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.