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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.