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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
JFA,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.