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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.