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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.