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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.