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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Slits,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.