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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.