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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Interpol,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.