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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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