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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.