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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.