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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Television,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
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.