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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.