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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.