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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Darondo,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.