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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.