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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.