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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.