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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.