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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.