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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.