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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Jandek,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.