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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Move,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.