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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.