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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Monolake 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.