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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gladiators to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.