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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.