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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.