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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.