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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Aswad,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.