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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Brick,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.