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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.