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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.