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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.