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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.