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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.