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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.