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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.