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 Congo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.