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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.