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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
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.