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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.