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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
UT,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.