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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.