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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.