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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.