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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.