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 Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.