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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.