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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Wings,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.