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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.