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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.