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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.