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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.