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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.