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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.