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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.