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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.