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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.