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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.