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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.