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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.