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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.