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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.