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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.