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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Pylon,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.