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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.