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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.