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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.