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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.