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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.