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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Angels of Light 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.