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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.