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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.