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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.