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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.