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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.