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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
The Doors,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.