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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Brick,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.