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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.