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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.