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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.