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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.