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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.