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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players 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?
Quantec,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.