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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.