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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Nico,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.