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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.