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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Q65,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.