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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.