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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Nico,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.