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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
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.