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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.