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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.