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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.