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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.