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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.