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 Greece 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Index,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.