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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.