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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.