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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Evens to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.