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 Bhutan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.