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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.