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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
ABC,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.