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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.