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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.