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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.