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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.