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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.