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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.