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 Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.