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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.