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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.