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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.