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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Ludus,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.