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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.