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 China and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.