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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.