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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.