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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.