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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pretty Things to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.