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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.