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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.