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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.