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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Lyres,
UT,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.