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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.