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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.