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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gun Club to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.