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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.