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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.