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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.