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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.