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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.