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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.