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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.