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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.