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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.