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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.