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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
10cc,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.