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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.