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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.