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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
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The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.