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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
the Slits,
Television,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.