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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Can,
X-101,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.