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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.