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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Faust,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.