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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.