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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.