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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.