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 States and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.