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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.