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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.