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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.