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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.