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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.