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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.