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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.