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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.