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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.