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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.