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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Brick,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.