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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.