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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.