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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.