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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.