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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.