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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.