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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.