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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.