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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.