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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Move,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.