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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.