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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.