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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.