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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.