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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
the Human League,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Brick,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.