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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
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