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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.