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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.