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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Smog,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.