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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Scion,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.