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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.