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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Standells 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.