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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
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Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.