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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
June Days,
John Holt,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.