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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.