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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.