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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.