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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.