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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Visage,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.