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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.