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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.