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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.