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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.