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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.