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 New Zealand and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.