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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.