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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.