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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 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 The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Yaz,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Q65,
DNA,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.