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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.