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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.