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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.