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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Crime,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.