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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.