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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.