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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Smog,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.