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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Slave,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.