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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.