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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.