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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.