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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.