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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.