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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.