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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
UT,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Can,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.