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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.