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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.