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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.