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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.