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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Niagra,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.