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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Symarip,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.