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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.