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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.