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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.