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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.