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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.