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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Wings,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.