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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.