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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.