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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.