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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.