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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.