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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.