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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.