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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Can,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.