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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.