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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
John Cale,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.