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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.