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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Scientists,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.