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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Happenings to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.