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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.