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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.