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 Mauritania 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.