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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.