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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s 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 Judy Mowatt 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?
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
MDC,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.