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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.