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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.