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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.