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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.