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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.