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 Yemen 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
UT,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.