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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.