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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.