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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.