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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.