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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.