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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.