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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.