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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.