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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Smog,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.