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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.