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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.