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 Malta and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Suicide,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.