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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.