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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
New Order,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.