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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.