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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.