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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Little Man,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.