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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.