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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.