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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.