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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.