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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Nico,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.