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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.