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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.