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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.