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 Zambia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.