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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.