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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.