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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.