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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.