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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.