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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.