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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.