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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.