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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.