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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.