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 Somalia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.