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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
CMW,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.