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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
UT,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.