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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.