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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.