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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Motorama,
Television,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
X-102,
The Doors,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.