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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.